If you wish to converse with me, define your terms.
Heaven made virtue; man, the appearance.
Secret griefs are more cruel than public calamities.
One feels like crawling on all fours after reading your work.
Doubt is not a very agreeable status, but certainty is a ridiculous one.
Man can have only a certain number of teeth, hair and ideas; there comes a time when he necessarily loses his teeth, hair and ideas.